Warnings: Magical violence.

1 - That First and Last Sunset

Every school day, around the time the sun starts lowering in the sky, Aguero always finds his gaze drawn to the window left of his desk. It's a good break from endless student council president work, and he sees the same thing there every day, almost like clockwork.

It's another student with long hair, hair up in a ponytail that wears the boy's uniform but with a skirt and leggings, a year below him. Even from the distance, it always looks like it needs a good trim and the softest conditioner despite shining in the setting sun.

He's sometimes limping, sometimes walking straight, sometimes looking up at the sky. And those are the times Khun catches a glimpse of his eyes, molten gold and almost mixing with the sunset. Sometimes Khun thinks he's looking at him. He dismisses it off hand, but he thinks it might be true.

He always thinks, whenever he sees him leave, that the blue thing tying up his hair might be the Khun family bandanna.

Again, he dismisses this theory, because that is definitely not a Khun. Their father's genes came out in them more than anything and there was no brown hair in his family tree.

So again, he watches. This time, Khun watches a redheaded girl approach the limping other person and take his hand without any fanfare. It always makes something in him crumble like feta cheese whenever she does, but she doesn't pay him any mind. Neither does he, and that's fine.

Honestly, this is enough. He has too much to do to get invested.

Just watching them rounds off his day, and he goes home after packing up, leaving Shibisu and Anak behind to finish their share. Isu is too methodical, and that's why he added Anak and the others to keep him from overthinking it when he doesn't have to.

All in all, despite the family complications and the quiet sensation of voyeurism at his desk window, Khun's life is blissfully normal.

Oh, not counting the dreams, can't forget those.

His way home is always a little long. A walk to the bus station, multiple stops to the edge of his hometown, then the six blocks to the convenience store, then home another four. By the time he gets home, the sun has set and his younger half-brother is playing a video game again.

"Maria left dinner," Ran says, like he knows it won't agitate something in Aguero's stomach. Aguero pushes that down and shrugs.

"Did she say what she wanted in return?"

"Nothing right now," says Ran. Which, great. That's obnoxious. Khun wonders when Maria would make up her mind on what she wanted to do or be for this family. It isn't like he hasn't done what she'd asked him to and ruined his life. She was being ridiculous about it.

He shakes it off and decides to finish his homework, then eat.

Unfortunately, as has become a habit the past few days, Aguero falls asleep at his desk, his glasses putting an indent into his face.

He opens his eyes to his school courtyard, the grass a scattered multitude of colors against a grey sky. He has a piece of a spear in hand, broken and streaked red on its white blade. He doesn't feel surprised, but in the dream he never does. He doesn't smile. He just picks himself up in the fancy neat dress shirt and tie and slacks and begins to wander. There are no bodies in this place but there is movement. A short distance away, a rumble in a throat, the sound of claws scraping into patted dirt, huffs of breath.

And then, the boy from this afternoon, skidding past him. He holds a black rapier like object in one hand, golden eyes narrowed and shining in the empty, monochromatic air.

Like the grass and Aguero himself, the boy is the only thing in color. "You shouldn't be here," he says in a voice like water flowing through a stream. "You'll be in danger."

"I'm good at being in places I don't belong," he says, voice smug, crossing his arms. "You don't look so good."

"I'm used to it," he says without looking still. Aguero for some reason, wishes he would, wishes he could get something, anything. And he doesn't know why. "I wish you would be more careful. This is much bigger than you know."

"I do love a challenge."

The boy chuckles. "Don't I know it."

Finally, again, he turns to look at Aguero, a smile fond and strong and weighted with something that makes Aguero's shoulders creak at the thought of it, blossoming on his face.

"It doesn't matter what I tell you here, you won't remember it once you're awake," he says, knowing, sad and accepting. "So it's time for you to go, until you decide to pursue this on your own. I'll be fine until then, so rest well, Aguero-ssi."

"How do you -"

He wakes up to Ran shaking him with a plate on his desk, drool on his homework, and his glasses blurry on his eyes. They adjust seconds later, but everything feels awful.

He doesn't dream of the boy for a second time. He doesn't have to. He's decided that he's tired of waiting.

…

The next afternoon, he leaves his desk early, early enough to scare Shibisu off of whatever game he's playing on his phone and to grab lemon-raspberry tea from the vending machine, as a treat.

He drinks his canned tea and watches the boy with long hair pass him. "That's a uniform violation."

The other turns and looks at him through his curtain of bangs. "... Is it?"

"Probably." Aguero shrugs. "I'm supposed to say that anyway. Leaving so soon?"

"I have errands to run." He sounds bored almost, like he hasn't looked at Aguero a hundred times from the window.

"What a coincidence," Aguero drawls like his heart isn't jumping faster than a speeding train. " I happen to have some free time. Why don't I join you?"

"That would be a bother," says the other, whose name tickles his tongue and escapes his mind. "For you anyway."

"Not if I say it isn't."

The other regards him thoughtfully, choosing a drink from the machine. "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"So serious," Aguero says. "I'm just helping a fellow student on their afternoon errands, aren't I?"

The boy turned away, taking his can of drink. "Perhaps you are."

But he isn't. The niggling sensation in his stomach says he isn't. The boy slips his phone from a pocket of his skirt, which, neat. He'd forgive every single uniform infraction on anyone if they gave the girls skirts with pockets and boy's jackets weren't completely pinched at the hips for everyone. He taps on it with one thumb, unphased.

He says nothing for a long time.

Then the redhead arrives. "He bit, I see," she says, a smirk on her face. For the first time he can see the stripe of black and jeweled cloth over one of her eyes, normally hidden by lighting and her hair. She offers the boy her hand and the boy takes it without reservation.

"Come along then, son of Khun," she says. "I'll show you the path you think you want to walk, if of course, you can survive it."

The other boy rolls his eyes but doesn't call her out on it.

Aguero, still wholly confused but altogether more excited, follows them.

A/N: Happy delayed khunbam week! I hope this short little magical boy!AU in Yuki Yuna AU does this justice! This is for day one - sunrise/sunset! Please let me know what you think!